The War Reporter Paul Watson on War Reporting

In the beginning it was just becauseI felt insecure. I'm sure you used tofeel the same way too. I wanted peopleto say I was brave, and heroic. ThenI grew to hate it but still I neededthat fix of adrenalin. Where I amright now? I don't need it. But now I seethe other reporters doing my jobjust don't get it. Or if they do get itthere's no way they're going to tell it becausethey want a seat at the Sunday morninground table. They want their own show. They wanta bank of studio lights powered bygenerators outside the embassy.I just want to chip away at the liesnow. But that's a losing game. Most peopledon't care what's going on, or they don't knowwhat they're supposed to do. The phosphorousbombs dropping on Fallujah in '04that melted the skin off children. I couldgo on and on and on and on. I seeit like a labyrinth. If you get the truthyou get out. But you don't, it just gets worse,you get more lost. And the harder you trythe darker it gets. As opposed to what,being like you, I suppose. Right? Who cares?Let's watch some more TV. Let's drink more wine.As long as I'm safe I don't need to doanything. See, this is why I don't talkto people. People ask me these questionsthey don't want answers to.

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